Love Salad

We invite personalization. ‘My girl’ might be your deity. Perhaps she is your most deeply felt sensitivities. Perhaps she is a lost or a desired but not yet discovered piece of your essential
nature. Your life, your songs.

He’s the fire that fans the flame. A dance with pain. Your bargain to be sane.

Innocent, the jury. Emptiness is its own bubble. Don’t break it too soon.

It sees you. Reflections entombed.

Float through fear. Pilot your anger. Clouds will clear.

Bargain to love again. You’re still here. Others take you home my dear.

2. Baubler

Stop the insanity!

Do it for humanity.

Eminent calamity is here.

Take in the anger brewing.

Look, the reality as a, an anomaly, spit your words all over me my dear.

Wake up boy, hatred's stewing.

Listen! You're an idiot.

You don't have a single shred, not a leg to stand on so, fear.

Fear all the hatred brewing.

Eminent circumstance, idiot wears the pants, President Full Throttle!

Fastest fool in the West, without thought he'll digress, Resident Head Bauble!

Nasty mood at his best, ego puffed, skinny chest.

A message in a bottle reads "S.O.S.! Small hands confess to making an awful mess." We should have known it right from the start.

3. There Is A Tree In Your Yard

There is a tree in your yard. It stands all alone. He's waiting there for you to choose. He waits for truth. He waits for you. One acorn falls. The seed must sow.

It was a seed wind took far. To you he has flown. Your earth he calls. His roots take hold. It's truth he breathes. In you he needs. Your happiness grows his whole world.

So strong, so long, so loving you. He waits each day. What can he do? He knows your soul and all of the ways of you. Inside you hide all that you feel. In stride you move so full of fear. In time
you'll find he grows for you. His tears are yours. His heart isn't made of wood.

So strong so long so loving you. He waits each day what can he do? He knows your heart and all your truth. He knows your soul and all of the ways of you.

One acorn, one day born, he waits for your warm hand, your sweet home to grow his dream. No sorrow, tomorrow. Don't make him wait long there in your yard.

Just treasure, don't measure all he needs from you, and your sweet home to grow his dream. You feel him, such pleasure, in your heart.